Settling The West
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My name is Amy Andrews. I came to Sawtooth to marry Sid Davis. I am past my prime and so I applied to the matrimonial agency in the local paper. Sid answered and said he need a wife to care for a 2 year boy. The mother had passed and he could not care for the boy and run the farm.

When I got off the stage in Sawtooth, this large, plain man was there to receive me. Sid was a big and he had a kind face. He seemed to be interested in me so that was good. The boy, Joey was home with a neighbor lady.

The Davis farm, was 12 miles outside of Sawtooth. It was a small farm, about 200 acres. It had a few horses, milk cows, chickens, and a few pigs. There was one hired hand, Pedro, to help Sid run things.

In a few months it would be harvest time, not much time for me to learn about farming. I came from the city and know little of farm life. Lots to learn!

When we got to the farm, the house was big and dirty, but I said nothing about that, cause I can clean it up fine. When we entered the house little Joey, his boy, was very sweet. He was well cared for. Good! The child went right to his Pa.

I have never been married so I was a little afraid of this when I told Sid he said we would work that out. Sid showed me around and there was a pump in the kitchen and a good size outhouse in the back. Then it was time to fix supper. Sid said I was a good cook, so I was more sure of myself.

We soon had a nice relationship and life was good. This morning, Pedro went in town for supplies and I was hanging the wash. There was two riders coming in so I told Sid we were going to have visitors.

Joey was in the pen Sid had made him when the men rode in. They were a dirty two. Sid was nice and spoke to them. One got down and said we want food and water. The other one got down and said get a move on we ain't got all day. Sid moved toward them and said Hey, what is this? The one shot Sid in the leg. I screamed and ran for Joey. One of them hit me in the back of the head, and I was out like a lite. when I came to, Pedro was seein' to Sid. He has lost a lot of blood, Mam, We have to get him to a Doctor quick! We loaded Sid and Joey in the wagon and hurried off to town. He was lookin' real pale and he was not awake. When we got to the Doctor, he rushed around to do for Sid, but Doc said Sid may not live. How could this be happening to us. Then doc turned to us and said that Sid did not make it. OH MY GOD I can't believe it.

I sat with Sid for a while and tried to get it clear in my head.. Sid is Gone. Tomorrow Pedro and I will Take Sid home and bury him on his land so we can visit when ever we want to.

The next morning I talked to the Sheriff and he said he'd get right on it, but not to count on it.

I was afraid now so I put a gun by the bed and by the door. We got better as time went on and forgot a little about the trouble.

Today we go to town and get supplies I will take some eggs, chicken, and some pork to pay for the supplies. We'll get by until harvest.

We got the supplies and went to eat. when we went back for the supplies Ray Echo said our wagon was broken, bad wheel. Said he'd take us home and later fix our wagon. Good I said. We got home and was putting the supplies in the house when We noticed horses in the back. Ray and Pedro got the guns I put in the house. The grubby two came in the house and we surprised them. Hands up, The one turned around, gun drawn, and Ray shot him and then the other tried to shot Pedro and he was shot too.

Things are better now Joey is growing and The farm is doin' good. Ray and I are keeping company, so all is right with the world.


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Great story Sharon! May be you're already doing this, but you should be writing and publishing fiction, (or non-fiction) on Kindle. You would not only reach a much larger audience, you'd probably make good money too.

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Thank you Juan, hadn't thought about that.

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